February 26, 2014

I miss the world I dreamed to live in
when I was younger and na´ve
unknowing what could and could not be
I miss that world where men were fair
hate had no play in what was said
and a man's own creed was sacred
untouchable by its deniers

I miss it, and now I live as on a leash
all thought is sacred save my own
I cannot live my faith and obey the law
they contest each other for my soul
My God no more merely denied
is to this world its laughingstock
and I, His child, am ridiculed in turn

I miss the word I dreamed to live in
and long the day of its return

How terrible this world deride
Who alone can save it from its shame